"You should rest, then. Sit, at least." Meteion has seen the results of...disagreeing with their captors, in more than just the person of Estinien and his wounds. She can't do much about any of that, especially not now. However, she can at least pretend that she's soothing the dragoon's fiery temper.

Even if the entelechy is doing no such thing. Sometimes it's how things look. And with such uncertainty in their surroundings and just what is going on...what might happen to them? Even if she's frightened inside...for now? Meteion will do what she can. Estinien, at least, is someone who is...probably trying to do the right thing. The good thing. He deserves help...what little she can provide.